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Andrew was neither annoyed nor gratified with the compliments Alexa paid him, for she did not know the informing power of the book what he cared for in it the thing that made him write it. But her gentleness and kindness did please him; he was glad to feel a little at home with her, glad to draw a little nearer to one who had never been other than good to him.
"That is no matter. Nor do I profess to understand Mr. Ingram. I only know," added Alexa, with a little laugh, "that he is consistent, for he has puzzled me all my life. I can, however, see a certain nobility in him that sets him apart from other men!" "And I can see that when I left I was needlessly modest! I thought my position too humble!" "What am I to understand by that?"
But Andrew, accustomed to ponder contrivances with Sandy, would have a good look at it first He came presently upon a clever little spring, pressing which he could lift the shelf: there under it, sure enough, in rich response to the candle he held, flashed the gems of the curiously wrought chalice of gold! Alexa gave a cry, Andrew drew a deep breath, Dawtie laughed like a child.
I've got to account for the prisoner you see, sir!" "I don't think you should, ma'am," said Dawtie. "It's a long way!" "I am going," returned her mistress, decisively. "God bless you, ma'am!" said Andrew. Alexa had heard what he said to Dawtie. A new light had broken upon her. "God is like that, is He?" she said to herself. "You can go close up to Him whenever you like?"
"Because " began Dawtie, and stopped short; she shrunk from impugning the honesty of the dead man and in the presence of his daughter. "It looks a little fishy, don't it, Dawtie? Why not speak straight out? Perhaps you would not mind searching Meg's trunk for me. She may have taken it for a bit of old brass, you know." "I will answer for my servants, Mr. Crawford," said Alexa.
His politeness to his daughter, and indeed to all that came near him, was one of the most notable points in his behavior. Alexa followed the black, slender, erect little figure up the stair, which consisted of about a dozen steps, filling the entrance from wall to wall, a width of some twelve feet.
They heard the cry in the kitchen, and came running up. They found Dawtie bending over her master, with a scared face. He seemed to have struck her, for one cheek was marked with red streaks across its whiteness. "The Grail! the Holy Grail!" he cried. "I found it! I was bringing it home! She took it from me! She wants it to " His jaw fell, and he was dead. Alexa threw herself beside the body.
"I will not have old Meg's box searched." "It is desirable to get rid of any suspicion," replied George. "I have none," returned Alexa. George was silent "I will ask Meg, if you like, sir," said Dawtie; "but I am sure it will be no use. A servant in this house soon learns not to go by the look of things. We don't treat anything here as if we knew all about it."
She said she would trust God to the last, but confessed herself assailed by doubts. "I said to her," continued Alexa, "'Be sure, Dawtie, God will make your innocence known one day! She answered: 'Of course, ma'am, there is nothing hidden that shall not be known; but I am not impatient about that.
I didn't understand at first, but now I can see how horribly disloyal it must seem to him. It's so much worse to surprise a friend's secrets than a stranger's." "Oh, Glennard's such a sensitive chap," Flamel said, easily; and Alexa almost rebukingly rejoined, "If you'd known her I'm sure you'd feel as he does...."
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